Head now canted slightly in curiosity, he continued. "And your answer...?" Prompting; he was clearly beginning to lose patience with her, determined not to be the first to give in on this little game they were playing, although a deceptive hint of teasing still remained in his tone.
He looked past her for a moment, noticing the retreating form of the servant as he attempted to crawl away, movements labored after Angelique's work, and the ghost of a smirk returned. He wouldn't get far, he had to know that, and yet he still continued on as if he had some hope. They were so predictable; survival was all part of the human condition, after all. They screamed, they cried, they begged and pleaded, and then they tried to take matters into their own hands. Sometimes in a different order, but it was rare that a step would get skipped completely. He said nothing - the man wouldn't get far enough, they wouldn't let him. So let him think he could a little longer.